I got a phone call from a neighbor yesterday, warning me to avoid the wash crossing by the goat people at all costs. “There is no crossing. And pretty soon there’ll be no grader, because [redacted] got it good and stuck in the mud.”
This I had to see, but yesterday afternoon turned out to be not the time to go look. So this morning I took the Jeep across the wash at the cattle waterer and drove down the ridge. It turned out to be kind of a mistake, but not the disastrous kind.
There was a steep washout with lots of gooey mud just as promised, but the front of the grader wasn’t hanging over it. Somehow he/they managed to get it down the washout and across to the other side and at least somewhat out of danger.
There’s a time to fix road damage and a time to relax and stay home until things dry out. This is a bit of wisdom our erstwhile POA prez did not know – among other important things like “how to use a road grader.” But at least it seems the grader’s actual destruction has been avoided. So he’s got that going for him.